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my heart accelerates,
if this what you call fate?
everything felt new,
i want it to be true.

i hear dulcet tones,
everytime you pick the phone.
it wasn't your intention,
to create such tension.

i overlapped my own stairs,
it was because you were there.
i ended my own myth,
i passed my own limit.

i began seeking for tomorrow,
since i have a long way to go.
i'm figuring myself clearly.
i'll keep this thought, endlessly.

- remy

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